This is a story whose theme could well be described as a series of coincidences around a motorcycle.
In 1982, we moved to Picton and as usual made new friends. We discovered that one of our new friends, Norm Gourdie, was a second cousin of Claire, my wife, whose maiden name was Gourdie. Norm had two old motorcycles partially disassembled and one of them was a 1954 Matchless G3LS. It had been off the road because of a problem with oil supply which caused repeated failure of the big end.
My 1952 T...